Ghost stared into the distance, never faltering his stance, perceiving all the grateful weeps of soldiers who had been tapped out by their loved ones.

His heart lurched-the voices around him dwindled into nothingness. The painstaking feeling that It’d never be him in his family’s arms became more apparent.

But all hope was not lost.

“Do I count?” You said, placing your hand on his shoulder. As his gaze fell on you, he immediately began to tear up. He was grateful.